"Besides the usual shrieking?" Cordelia looked down at the table. She'd do the usual; deal with the hangover, dig a little deeper, and help the team figure out all the w's and kick some ass. "Act on it," she looked up at him. "Unless it's at home ... then we'll just sit on our hands." She didn't even want to think on that possibility. If she did get a vision, she'd at least want it to be Luceti-relevant, that way, they could do something about it. If it was based in L.A., she didn't know what would happen. Would the hangover last longer? How would the team know? She didn't like dangling the carrot in front of Angel's face knowing he couldn't do anything to help whoever she saw in her vision.

"There's no way you can just ignore something like that. Mind-numbing pain aside, I'd never forgive myself if something did happen."